A Veces, Incluso Vivir Es Un Acto De Coraje. - Séneca

Estoy esforzándome por cambiar mis hábitos, transformar mis creencias, abrazar mis defectos, comprender mis debilidades, aceptándome centímetro a centímetro de piel, expresando mis mejores rasgos y ejercitándolos.

Ahora sé que yo fui la del error, al creer que podía existir un “felices por siempre”.

A little while, and you will see me no longer. Again in a little while, and you will see me.

John 16:16

By His wounds, we are healed. Thank you, Jesus, for your sacrifice that gives us peace and eternal life.

“You are most powerful when you are most silent. People never expect silence. They expect words, motion, defense, offense, back and forth. They expect to leap into the fray. They are ready, fists up, words hanging leaping from their mouths. Silence? No.”

— Alison McGhee, All Rivers Flow To The Sea

First and last time. 😌

I didn't fall in love with you because I was lonely or lost, I fell in love with you because after getting to know you, I realized that I wanted to make you a permanent part of my world.

{“The sun is falling down on me when I’m in the air, Valentine’s my death date, as it is meant to be for the following years. I’ll have you know I die every year for the upcoming holiday, Fresh flowers in a bouquet, place it on my front doorstep, I won’t answer no matter what you say. So, If I were the river, and you were the sea, Would this make you happier than we were ever meant to be. Languages, several, the downfall of me, English my love, Turkish my worst nightmare, the phantom tollbooth. But they took everything from me, would this be a good enough of an excuse for you to allow me to ache, Bury my head underneath a pillow, lack the oxygen I already don’t deserve, Suffocate myself so the air of Malibu wouldn’t make me cry underneath the atmospheric pressure? I’m falling down a skyscraper, in my dreams, Would you catch me before I meet the ground in an ease? The feeling surreal yet so real, I can’t depict which soul my own, belongs to me, before my wake. Why does relief make its way back to me when consciousness is gained, And I know it wasn’t real. I listen to alternative all day every day, I alternate as well maybe. Watching the sun switch places with the moon, I would love to do that with somebody who gets me, Switching places with the sun, So I could be in complete darkness with the moon. Would you Promise me this would be forever, Or will you, run away, twenty miles apart, Like all the others who went and came but never stayed?”}

-no soul other than mine, Dilara

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